That is not huge
Of course, because that is not a mansion
Shall we call it a house?
No, we can't.
That is just a hut.
Not large and not so small.
That hut the poor live.
They are happy as a family.
If you may, but sometimes they are not happy.
They want to have something but they can't.
They just can't, because they have not enough money.
They wish they had enough to buy what the want.
But they smile and keep it as spirit.
They are complete and healthy.
They are sick another time.
They need something warm and something cold each time.
They sleep after pray.
But they are wealth insde their hut.
They are rich of God`s love.
They are suffer at the other time.
Can you hear the children cry, sometimes?
They are living with poverty.
Senin, 09 Desember 2013
#Poet: The Poor and Their Hut
#Poet: a Poet
I am not a human being.
I have no body.
I have no voice.
I have no sound.
I have no soul.
I have no word.
I am only a sheet of paper.
I am written on it.
I am a black lines and curves.
I am black on white.
I am a poet.
I am written on a sheet of paper.
Senin, 31 Desember 2012
Conviction
Rabu, 12 Desember 2012
#Poet Love Bad Bed
You take me with a little sound
what could I do, I have gave it to you?
I just want a loving heart from you
You say "just have fun" as an answer
I dare to say I want something more better
Better than have fun is only I ask
To complete all every my task
I ask you "love me!" just give me your love
I give my horse, I only ask you a love
You do not want give it to me
So I will take your soul with me
That is true, that is mad
While I am with you, I am bad
That is true, that is rude
Wanting more a night, to you I intrude